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Aug. 16th, 2002 06:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hiddenmuseWell, it seems that I may have strained a muscle in my left foot yesterday (or possibly Wednesday).
Last night, I'd gone to Target after work - to get Nessa's housewarming gift and a couple of other things, and I had a pain in my ankle. I thought it was like the times that I'd get a similar pain in my knee, then my knee joint would 'pop' and I'd feel better. Not this time.
The more I walked, the worse it got - to the point that I was almost limping home. Not knowing what to do, and not really thinking that a trip to the ER would be advisable, I called Dr. Mom and asked her what she thought might be behind it. {Mom brings the Common Sense aspect of a "Prudent Layperson", I bring the "I don't wanna be a GOMER* to the nurses" aspect.} After determining that I hadn't broken or sprained it (still have range of motion, no matter how uncomfortable it may seem), she thinks it's possible that I'd strained a muscle. From my Doc Marten sandals, those delightfully clunky, heavy shoes that I love to death. Dammit.
* GOMER: Nurse-speak. Meaning "Get Out of My Emergency Room", usually directed at annoying patients, behind their backs.
On her advice, I went (okay, limped) to the store to pick up some Epsom Salt (to bring down any swelling), and an Ankle Wrap - if needed. Also picked up some horribly stinky Flex-All type crap that I refuse to wear in the daytime ... I don't want that menthol-y little old lady scent lingering on my body.
This morning, my ankle is still sore - but not bruised. So, I'll be wearing tennis shoes and my ankle wrap. This sucks. Never would've guessed that I could strain a muscle from the shoes I was wearing. :(
In good news, my dilemma may have a solution. I talked to mom about the Ride/Run/Walk for Epilepsy, and she's interested. Taylor keeps asking my mom when it's taking place, because she wants to do it. So mom will be registering the three of us for the Walk, and I'll just pay her back. Even if we do it that way, I'd probably be spending that weekend with the family, so my plans for the concert are out the window. Ah well, at least there's still Juliana Hatfield. :)
Yay to Kellie for joining the Few, the Proud, the Red by coloring her hair last night! You'll see, m'dear, redheads do have quite a bit of fun ... and you can write off any bitchiness, too. ;)
Also, yay to Josh for finding a job - he was laid off by his company earlier this summer, and extremely bummed over it. Last night, I got word that he'd found a job, and was a very happy camper. :)
Recommended Reading for The Weekend: The Femme's Guide To The Universe by Shar Rednour. It's a great book that doesn't treat femmes like they're supposed to be dependent upon another person, instead stressing the importance of a femme having her own toolbox (yes, she's talking wrenches, screwdrivers, etc.), self-defense skills, as well as looking damn pretty while doing it. (Okay, so it is more lesbian-centered, but bi girls and straight gals can get some good things from it, too. Being Femme *is* a universal thing, my lovelies.)
Now, I'm going to get into the shower & see if the hot water can help my ankle a bit.
Parting words from my friend Josh (after reading part one of "Surprises Up Her Sleeve"): Carly, Carly, Carly . . . what you do to me! Eagerly anticipating part 2. Eagerly. It's like you manage to write things that fit right in my head. Can't wait.
{Immediately after reading that, I sent over Part Two. I'm sure I'll get a review on that in a few days.}
Last night, I'd gone to Target after work - to get Nessa's housewarming gift and a couple of other things, and I had a pain in my ankle. I thought it was like the times that I'd get a similar pain in my knee, then my knee joint would 'pop' and I'd feel better. Not this time.
The more I walked, the worse it got - to the point that I was almost limping home. Not knowing what to do, and not really thinking that a trip to the ER would be advisable, I called Dr. Mom and asked her what she thought might be behind it. {Mom brings the Common Sense aspect of a "Prudent Layperson", I bring the "I don't wanna be a GOMER* to the nurses" aspect.} After determining that I hadn't broken or sprained it (still have range of motion, no matter how uncomfortable it may seem), she thinks it's possible that I'd strained a muscle. From my Doc Marten sandals, those delightfully clunky, heavy shoes that I love to death. Dammit.
* GOMER: Nurse-speak. Meaning "Get Out of My Emergency Room", usually directed at annoying patients, behind their backs.
On her advice, I went (okay, limped) to the store to pick up some Epsom Salt (to bring down any swelling), and an Ankle Wrap - if needed. Also picked up some horribly stinky Flex-All type crap that I refuse to wear in the daytime ... I don't want that menthol-y little old lady scent lingering on my body.
This morning, my ankle is still sore - but not bruised. So, I'll be wearing tennis shoes and my ankle wrap. This sucks. Never would've guessed that I could strain a muscle from the shoes I was wearing. :(
In good news, my dilemma may have a solution. I talked to mom about the Ride/Run/Walk for Epilepsy, and she's interested. Taylor keeps asking my mom when it's taking place, because she wants to do it. So mom will be registering the three of us for the Walk, and I'll just pay her back. Even if we do it that way, I'd probably be spending that weekend with the family, so my plans for the concert are out the window. Ah well, at least there's still Juliana Hatfield. :)
Yay to Kellie for joining the Few, the Proud, the Red by coloring her hair last night! You'll see, m'dear, redheads do have quite a bit of fun ... and you can write off any bitchiness, too. ;)
Also, yay to Josh for finding a job - he was laid off by his company earlier this summer, and extremely bummed over it. Last night, I got word that he'd found a job, and was a very happy camper. :)
Recommended Reading for The Weekend: The Femme's Guide To The Universe by Shar Rednour. It's a great book that doesn't treat femmes like they're supposed to be dependent upon another person, instead stressing the importance of a femme having her own toolbox (yes, she's talking wrenches, screwdrivers, etc.), self-defense skills, as well as looking damn pretty while doing it. (Okay, so it is more lesbian-centered, but bi girls and straight gals can get some good things from it, too. Being Femme *is* a universal thing, my lovelies.)
Now, I'm going to get into the shower & see if the hot water can help my ankle a bit.
Parting words from my friend Josh (after reading part one of "Surprises Up Her Sleeve"): Carly, Carly, Carly . . . what you do to me! Eagerly anticipating part 2. Eagerly. It's like you manage to write things that fit right in my head. Can't wait.
{Immediately after reading that, I sent over Part Two. I'm sure I'll get a review on that in a few days.}
